Fuck you, you created this face and this misery. Something once my saving grave is now a bitter memory. Searching for answers to questions I shouldn't ask. Just know i'll always hate you for what you've fucking done. Why must beauty always die in these callous hands? Feels like i will forever walk this path alone. All the things i've once held close to my heart are now gone. Feeling empty i've lost all fucking will to gain back what i lost, what you took away. I'll always hate you for what, for what you've fucking done. The more i try to make sense of this, the less i comprehend.